[Stroking the thick tail of his dæmon, Ratonhnhaké:ton looks up through his lashes at Leonardo, then nodding slowly and letting his gaze fall once more.]

Relatively. Some are very fresh, others are simply injuries on injuries. The... I am not sure what word I want. I was injured, by a beam of wood, through here.

[He touches his stomach and then gestures to his back.]

I fell, onto my back. Most of these are just, fists.

[He was used to being hit. People had been hitting him since he was five years old, he's much less concerned about the bruises.]